Zimra Vigoda is Acting Director of Resource Development at an Israeli nonprofit AJEEC-NISPED. Born in Budapest and raised in New York, Zimra immigrated to Israel in 1994. She and her husband David have 4 children, ages 6-15.
Prompted by her 11-year old son Amits orthopedic impairment, Zimra is involved in special needs advocacy in Israel. Zimra is spending this academic year in the Berkeley area with her family.
The secret of successful Hungarian palacsinta (crepes) is passed down from generation to generation and across continents. My grandmother taught my mother, and my mother taught me: “Mix the soda…water into the batter to make the palacsinta thin and light. Carefully scoop into the palacsinta pan and at that very moment, flip it! But don’t fret that the first few don’t seem perfect; they’ll still taste great. You’ll get the hang of it; usually by the fourth palacsinta.” My 92-year-old grandmother lives in Budapest… >> Read More
After nearly two and a half years of living in the San Francisco Bay area (a temporary break from our lives in Israel), I am trying to keep my head above water. It seems that in today’s middle…class America, everybody else’s kids are no less than perfect. Until 2012, my kids grew up in an Israeli suburb. I had an enormous social network comprised of mothers and children. Our house and yard were always filled with running, jumping, screeching, laughing, and the crying of not-perfect kids. With the exception of a couple… >> Read More
Earlier this year, Zimra Vigoda wrote on Kveller about making the excruciating decision to have her son's leg amputated and it went viral. She's been keeping us posted on his incredible…journey and this is her latest update. Summer came and summer went. It’s been more than four months since my son Amit’s amputation surgery at the incredible Shriners Hospital for Children in Northern California and he is still in the depth of rehabilitation. Amit’s journey from the moment he was born until today has been extraordinary. Born… >> Read More
“Our entire sixth grade class is going to Six Flags for the end of the year trip.”
A familiar feeling of anxiety overwhelmed me. I wasn’t concerned about the venue. I believe that…11-year-olds deserve plain, simple fun after a year of hard work. I had no concerns for their safety. I am not an overprotective, helicopter parent. My anxiety stemmed from the fear that the school wouldn’t agree to take my son Amit. Once again, his excitement would be quickly transformed into disappointment, frustration, and anger. >> Read More
“Hey Ima, you know, the college scouts come to see the U16 games.”
I felt shivers up and down my spine, the same sort of chill that gripped me in early fall while watching my 14 and…15-year-old sons play together in a competitive soccer match in San Rafael, California. Don’t get me wrong, I love watching them play; or at least I used to. Both boys are passionate about the game, playing at a high level of competitive youth soccer. Every weekend during our stay in the San Francisco Bay area,… >> Read More
I awake to a familiar screech. “Mommmmmyyyy……HELP!” So begins my biweekly sleep-run to my 11-year-old’s bedside. “Mommmmmyyyy……I want to cut it off, I can’t stand it anymore…I…hate my leg….make it stop,” he hollers, eyes wide open yet not quite awake. My 14-year-old son appears at the door, sleepy-eyed yet familiar with the routine. He helps bring his brother to the bathroom and wash his face until the terror subsides. “Mommy, can I please get a pill?” I give him a couple… >> Read More